I have plenty of work to keep me occupied. My mind and dick, however, would prefer to lament over the fact that her warm pussy was ripe for the taking. I could have rolled her over and slipped my raging beast inside of her so fast her untouched pussy would have collapsed. I am determined however, to make this first time special for her. I can guarantee every time after that, is going to be an entirely different experience. However, since she is going to be my wife and the mother of my children, I can convince myself to be gentle. At least for the initial breeching. After that, all bets are off. I am by no means a gentle lover. I am dominant, rough and kinky as fuck. I know she is an innocent, despite her dirty-ass mouth and the need she is trying to hide. But she is going to have to learn quick as fuck. This rowdy-ass cock is going to own her for the rest of her life. Fuck. Just thinking about all the nasty ways, I am going to breed and fuck her has my dick doing jumping jacks. Calm the fuck down. I say to my snake. Fucking menace.
“Good morning Sax. Why didn’t you wake me?” Son of a bitch. I just got his ass to stop panting and she wakes up looking like a nymph straight from Frederick’s of Hollywood.
“Come here baby.” She walks to me with no hesitation. No preservation for her life as she knows it. Fucking sweet baby girl.
“Open your legs baby. Let me see how much she needs attention when you get up in the morning.” Her legs open and my hands are already in between them. She didn’t put underwear on last night, so she is bare and mine to do with as I wish. My hand slips down her thigh to the edge of her gown, and slowly begins easing up toward the promised land. The other hand goes to her hair and grips it like a fucking lifeline.
“Kiss me, Lexi.” It comes out as a command because that is what it is. I am not asking at this moment. The time for me to be a gentleman is evidently not now because there is not a calm bone in my body. Her proximity to me is intoxicating. It is calling to the feral madman inside of me. Her hot little mouth opens for me. My tongue thrusts inside of hers, not caring about the finesse. I need her capitulation to everything I want.
Holding her head still as we devour each other, my other hand runs up the slit of her pussy. Finding it already wet and slick has me even more ravenous. “Such a dirty girl. What were you thinking about that made your pussy so sticky?” I ask continuing my exploration. Her eyes hooded and lust filled are the sexiest things I have ever seen. She bites her already swollen lip into her mouth, no doubt trying to squelch the moan building inside of her. Watching her chest move up and down, in shallow quick movements, she pushes her pussy further into my hand trying to reach her own satisfaction rocking back and forth.
“Greedy-ass little snatch you have. You want to come don’t you baby? Probably as much as I do.” I tack that last part on to gauge her level of comfortability. I want her to feel safe enough with me that she knows she can act out her every fantasy. On the other hand, I want her to remain the sexy, shy little Lolita she has been since I have met her. I’m a contrary asshole. I know. But I blame her. Before she sauntered into my life waving her innocent fucking pussy in my face, leaving a trail of caramel syrup scented aroma everywhere she went, I was the sharpest motherfucker in the game. Women flocked to me because I exuded power. They ran from me because they couldn’t tame me. The bitches that graced my bed tried to be the one to lock Saxson Maldonado down. In the end they found themselves fucked and discarded. Who the fuck needed the headache?
But from the moment I saw her, I have been a babbling buffoon. Still sharp as shit in business, but a hard-ass walking piece of needy wood personally. Waiting for my chance to get my hands ALL over her. Biding my time because I knew once I did, she would never be rid of me. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I have been trying to talk myself out of taking her. I mean FUCK. She is only 18 years old. She has yet to live. Learn what she likes and doesn’t like. Maybe she doesn’t want to get married. Doesn’t want to settle down with a man almost twice her age. Let alone a kinky fucker like me. Even now, thinking about the stuff I had delivered for our time on the island is making my boy bark. Especially the little schoolgirl uniform, I want her to wear for me, knee socks and all. She is going to look like my every taboo fantasy come to life. I feel a bit guilty for a second. Then I remember the way she waved that fresh pussy in my face, giving my dick the squint and shit, when it was sniffing her ass the first time we met, and I think FUCK IT! She should have stayed on the other side of the street where she was safe.